you are your roaring heart beat
with your nervous hands
and your blurry eyes
your tears swelling like waves
you are all of your lonely and
you are your bad days and your better days
and you should celebrate the very simple fact
that you are nothing but your divine, authentic self
it is that feeling that
everything is as it should be,
not far from perfect.
when you're in the car
with the windows down
and that song you love turned up.
it is that moment that true happiness is nearly tangible,
dripping from your fingers
and you're there.
just as you are.
just as you should be.
Do not let your life get so far
ahead of you, busy and distracted,
that you meet it on the way back
a stranger, an alien.
Your years are long and vigorous.
They curl upon the sand
like S-shaped tidal waves, as the bay
itself seeps out of the vast, gray sea.
Tomorrow, if you meet yourself,
burdensome and strange,
you will have lost
your one chance for glory.
You will have lost your way
in a dark wood, as another poet put it.
You will have lost
the mothering protection of the sea,
whose gentle tides are always
taken away, never to return the same.
I was 11 but you touched me like I was 22
Now I'm 22
and I finally realize how wrong that was of you
You were my best friend's dad
And you had been drinking
I tried using that as an excuse but what was I thinking
I keep telling myself it was nothing
But trailing your fingers along my waist and down to my **** is evidently something
I repressed it for years but it finally came to the surface
Our brains hide these things from us on purpose
I'll take my experience and let it go
Because nothing would hurt more than being belittled by the people that I know.
sometimes when i am in public
i get spacey
and observe everyone
and their actions
these people around me
i'm not like them
or maybe they're not like me
they seem so careless and
i seem so uptight
then i just try to relax
because they are all the way up to
letting this anxiety get the best of me is one of my biggest fears
the music falls in
to my ears
like the leaves falling off of
is everything that i live for
it's what needs to happen
so that i can continue to blossom
i know i have all the words inside of me that i could form into such beautiful art
but getting them out of my head and onto a piece of paper is the hardest ******* part